The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(49)

“Married?” Shadow questions.

“Yes, for four years,” Sir Franklin says, pulling Chelsea close and kissing her on the head. “Hard to believe I could manage to keep something so beautiful for so long.” She looks down, her cheeks flushing with shame. A skinny man in a suit comes hustling up toward Sir Franklin and whispers into his ear. When he nods, the skinny man takes off.

“Nice to meet you both but if you will excuse me, I have to watch my brother give a speech now,” he says, tugging on Chelsea’s arm.

“You got to be f*cking kidding me,” Shadow mutters under his breath. Who knew Chelsea was out with outlaws, living a double life by cheating on her husband on weekends, while being a high-maintenance, glamorous, gold-digger by weekday?

I grasp Shadow’s hand and go look for our table.

The room is filled with little tables from one end to the other, all draped in white tablecloths of elegance. There are little lights strung along the wall and tea lights on the tables.

I find our names written in cursive on little note cards on a table near the back and sit. I can’t help but look over at Shadow; seeing him in a suit is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. His sleeves are tight where I know his toned biceps rest, and my hands twitch to tug at the tie around his neck.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” the governor says, interrupting my sinister thoughts.

“It is an honor to be here tonight, to help make…”

I lose focus on what the governor is saying when I feel Shadow’s hand slide up my thigh, my dress being too long not stopping him as he starts to rub between my thighs. I slide my hand under the table and run it up his pant leg in return. When my hand reaches his crotch, it’s met with a hard bulge. My eyes slide from the governor to Shadow who arrogantly smirks. He grasps my hand hard, pulls me up from my chair, and heads for the doors.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“We are going to the bathroom. The governor is boring me,” Shadow informs me, pulling me faster.

He pulls me into the women’s bathroom and shuts the door.

“Aren’t you going to lock it?” I ask.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Shadow smirks.

He grabs the bottom of my dress and starts to bunch it up around my hips as he lifts me on top of the cold, granite counter. He reaches for my underwear to find I’m not wearing any.

“No underwear?” Shadow asks, shocked. He narrows his eyes and smirks. “You bad girl.” He slides his finger into my already-wet folds, making my legs vibrate from the pleasure building within them.

I grab him by his tie and pull his mouth to mine then bite his bottom lip and whisper against his plush lips. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not much of a good girl.”

I place my feet on the edge of the counter as Shadow pulls his hard length from the zipper of his pants. He grabs me by the waist and pulls my ass to the edge before thrusting himself deeply inside me.

I throw my head back, the feeling of him inside me and the thought that we could be caught is all very erotic.

He leans down and shoves his nose in the crook of my neck before biting hard. I moan at the piercing pain consuming the area as he continues to thrust his hips forward.

“Yes,” I moan loudly. Shadow clamps his hand over my mouth with a grin. My ecstasy blurring my rationality of where I am.

I grab onto his hair for support as I feel his cock begin to contract. Knowing he’s close, I focus on the feeling of him gliding in and out of me. Shadow begins to pick up the pace, making my back slam against the mirror placed along the wall. His force makes me lose my footing and my foot slips, causing my heel to fall off my foot.

Shadow grabs me roughly as he begins to growl with his release, the feeling of him letting go inside me pushing me over the edge seconds later. Trying to keep quiet from the overwhelming electricity coursing through my body, I clench my jaw tightly, waiting for the cool-down before I unlock my clenched teeth.

I pull myself from my slumped position on the counter. My hair has to be a tangled mess from where I was pressed against the mirror, and my dress is still raised to my stomach.

Shadow leans down, grabs my heel off the floor, and hands it to me.

I place it back on my foot as he tucks himself back in his pants.

I hop off the counter and straighten my dress as Shadow sticks his arm out. “Shall we?” he asks with a laugh.

I loop my arm with his and exit the bathroom. “Dani, can I get a word?” Chelsea asks, pushing off the wall beside the bathrooms. How long was she out here? Did she follow us in the bathroom and see Shadow and me?

He glances at me in question.

“I’ll be right there,” I tell him. I could use the bathroom anyway; I can feel the wetness of Shadow seeping down my thigh.

Shadow looks at Chelsea with disgust before walking toward our table.

“Can we?” Chelsea points to the bathroom.

I nod and follow her to the bathroom I was just in.

I look in the mirror and notice my flushed cheeks and smeared mascara. I look thoroughly f*cked.

“I don’t know why you’re here, or what you think you know, but you don’t say shit to my husband,” she demands, slapping her hand down on the counter.

I stop trying to tame my curls and look at her. “You mean about your double life?”